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TO 

Someone who has never wavered 
Someone who is always true, 

Someone who is standing by me, 

Someone who will see me through. 

When the shadows gather round me, 
She's my star that leads me on; 

Hand in hand we'll go together 
Through the night into the dawn — 

MY WIFE 



INTRODUCTION 

In presenting this volume of optimistic 
poetic philosophy to the public, it is the earn- 
est desire of the author to add in some meas- 
ure to the sum of human happiness. In this 
work will be found no shadows, no gloom. 
Should the words of cheer contained herein 
cause some lone brother or sister who is bend- 
ing beneath the burden of life to again take 
heart and renew the battle, the author's mis- 
sion will have been accomplished. 

Within will be found a wide diversity of 
thought, chief among which is the universal 
and eternal law governing the world and 
man: the great Within, founded on the basic 
principles of life, love, truth and justice. 

The author begs leave to offer his sincere 
thanks to all who have contributed in any 
manner to whatever of success he may have 
attained in the field of literary endeavor, 
especially to those lovers of the muse for 
their kind and generous appreciation of a 
former edition. 

THE AUTHOR. 



CONTENTS 

Maxims 15 

A Bosom Friend 16 

The Tugboat or the Liner 17 

Who Slaps You on the Back 19 

The Optimist - 21 

Maxims - 23 

The Fallacy of Tomorrow 24 

The Great Within 27 

The Tyrant Boss 30 

Maxims 32 

The Carnal Man 33 

Time Greatness 35 

A Man Worth While 37 

Maxims 41 

Elbow Your Way 42 

The Smile Will Win 44 

The Sunlit Way 46 

Maxims 48 

Thought is the Motor. 49 

Law 52 

Man 55 

Maxims 61 

Love 62 



10 CONTENTS 

Nature's Queen 65 

Kubelik 67 

Maxims - 72 

Little Joe 73 

The Baby 77 

Homeless Little Ones 80 

The Laughter of a Child 82 

Maxims 84 

The Model Preacher 85 

Eulogy on Abraham Lincoln 88 

Eulogy on Robert G. Ingersoll 93 

Universal Law 98 

Maxims ...101 

The Y. M. C. A 102 

United States Marines 106 

When Wars Will Cease 109 

Maxims Ill 

Woman 112 

Mother 114 

We Should Not Judge a Brother 117 

Maxims 120 

The Ideal Home 121 

What is Home Without a Dad? 124 

Maxims 127 

Lincoln and the Boys in Blue ...128 

Criticism 134 

Maxims 140 



CONTENTS 11 

The Great Race 141 

Fairy Land 147 

Hogan and Doolan 150 

Maxims 154 

World History 155 

The Road to Easy Street 158 

Nothing New 161 

Stickin' Round 163 

The Stenographer 165 

Maxims 168 

Bygone Days 169 

The Old Fashioned Circus 171 

Maxims 178 

Getting Old 179 

Fairy Tales 180 

House of Lords 181 

Man's Emancipation 182 

Maxims 203 

Bar of Public Opinion 204 



POEMS 



MAXIMS 

The world may judge you right or wrong, 

Whoever scorns or flatters. 
Still wear within your soul a song 

It's what you are that matters. 



The traitors fear and doubt will yield, 
They're cowards in the fight. 

While courage stays upon the field, 
And puts them both to flight. 



There is no harm when day by day 
We gather knowledge where we may. 

Defy the old time honored rules. 
And learn from sages, wits or fools. 



ABOSOMFRIEJND. 

We count that one a bosom friend 
Who has no selfish aim or end. 
Who only sees the good you do, 
And overlooks the wrong in you. 

When you are overcome with care 
And trouble, they are always there ; 
They know at once and understand, 
And come to you with heart and hand. 

In all the world there are a few 

Who stick and stay and see you through. 

Who has no selfish aim or end. 

We count that one a bosom friend. 



THE TUG BOAT OR THE LINER 

The mind of man is like a ship 

Upon a sea of douht: 
Thought is the anchor, should it slip, 

He's blown and tossed about. 

Some are like pleasure boats at sea, 
The storms they cannot brave — 

While some are liners, grand and free. 
Defying wind and wave. 

Some, like the tug boat, hug the shore, 
With smoke and din resound — 

While liners face the billows' roar, 
And sail the world around. 



18 THE TUG BOAT OR THE LINER 

The tug is tossed by every breeze, 

It cannot cross the bar; 
While liners dare the unknown seas, 

With wind and wave and star. 

Man was intended brave and free 
By nature's great Designer. 

Which will you be on life's great sea, 
A tug boat or a liner? 



WHO SLAPS YOU ON THE BACK 

We like that one who calls us Mac, 
With friendly slap upon the back; 
And in that slap a world of vim; 
My heart just goes right out to him. 

When you are feeling blue, that slap, 
It seems to say, "Brace up, old chap !" 
The windows of your soul begin 
To raise and let the sunshine in. 

The clouds that came across your way, 
All seem at once to pass away; 
You're ready then to dare and do. 
That slap just puts new life in you. 



WHO SLAPS YOU ON THE BACK 

There is no cloud in all your skies, 
No load you cannot pack — 
That one's an angel in disguise, 
Wlio slaps you on the hack. 



THE OPTIMIST 

His heart is light, he bids good-night 
To every care and sorrow, 

And all the day a sunny way 
And trouble will not borrow. 

He has no fear, he's full of cheer. 
No matter where you meet him — 

He's spick and span, he's all a man, 
It's mighty hard to beat him. 

He's full of grit, get-up and git, 
He's honest, and he's able — 

He gets our praise because he plays 
His cards above the table. 



22 THE OPTIMIST 

He's always on the firing line, 
In danger does not rattle — 

He's at the front, he bears the brunts 
The hottest of the battle. 

He toes the mark, however dark 
The sky may be above him. 

And all the while he wears a smile. 
You cannot help but love him. 

He's always got a tender spot 
For wife and babe and mother. 

He plays his part, with soul and heart, 
We're proud to call him brother. 



MAXIMS 

Some people try to kill the truth 
Yet there is not the least alarm, 

They never have been close enough 
To do the truth a bit of harm. 



The proper time of day to dine 
For those of wealth and ease. 

Is six or eight or ten p. m. 
Or any time they please. 

While some of the unfortunate 
Who have to strive and plan. 

The proper time for them to dine 
Is any time they can. 



One fact there is 'tis very plain to see 
We hold him wise who with us will agree. 



THE FALLACY OF TOMORROW 

^Tien we wait until Tomorrow, 

And always hesitate. 
Then when Tomorrow comes around. 

We're just a little late. 

They who wait until Tomorrow, 
Thinking there will be a way, 

Then they do not know the value 
Of doing things Today. 

When we wait until Tomorrow, 
Then we close and lock the gate 

Upon our opportunity. 
Ascribing it to fate. 



THE FALLACY OF TOMORROW 25 

The man who says "I cant' today," 

Will never pay his bill, 
But fame and fortune wait upon 

The man who says "I will." 

The world would stop entirely. 
And what would happen, pray. 

If it weren't for the many 
Who are doing things today? 

^Tien we say we can and will Today, 

Then we are at our best. 
And place in action all the power 

Of which we are possessed. 

The man who says, "I will today," 

Does not believe in fate, 
^Hien will and power both unite. 

Then man is truly great. 



26 THE FALLACY OF TOMORROW 

The heights are being scaled Today, 

So lofty and sublime, 
Tomorrow with her wrecks is strewn. 

Along the shores of time. 

We know not of the future, 
And the past has flown away. 

We live in the eternal now. 
We only have today. 



THE WITHIN 

Inharmony prevails, 

There is a world of strife, 
Is why so many fails. 

In every walk of life. 

Why should there be ill health, 
Disturbance and distress? 

This mad pursuit of wealth. 
It brings unhappiness. 

Why is the world so blind, 
So deep in vice and sin? 

Because they fail to find 
The unexplored within. 



28 THE WITHIN 

All power lies within, 

We sleep, we eat, and drink, 

And yet to live and win. 
Depends on what we think. 

The world within we find. 
When taken as a whole. 

Is governed by the mind. 
And under our control. 

Build up the great within. 

With hope, and health and cheer, 

For what we build within. 
Will outwardly appear. 

With harmony within. 

There'll come, beyond a doubt, 
A great and conscious power, 

And harmony without. 



THE WITHIN 29 

When you have built within, 
You rise above the strife, 

You then obtain at once 
The secret key to life. 

The fountain lies within, 

It is no idle dream, 
The great without is but 

An outlet to the stream. 

Within 'tis always day. 

Without 'tis black as night, 

Within the sunlit way. 

Where all is life and light. 



THE TYRANT BOSS 

The tyrant boss is called that one 

Who has an aspiration 
To master all beneath the sun, 

And dominate creation. 

Around the hearth in every land, 
There's no one there to cheer him- 

He rules the home with iron hand, 
They all are made to fear him. 

At night no children climb the knee. 

Nobody cares to greet him — 

No note is heard of childish glee, 

No little feet to meet him. 



THE TYRANT BOSS 51 

Oh what is life to one on earth, 

Who dwells in total blindness — 
No heart or soul or moral worth, 
No milk of human kindness! 

A humble cot with climbing rose, 
Oh who is there can doubt it — 

Where summer comes and never goes. 
When love is all about it. 

Some heart with loving words to say. 

So tender and forgiving — 
Some smile to chase the clouds away. 

Then life is worth the living. 



MAXIMS 

On unpathed waters life is sped 
To undreamed shores we drift ahead, 
We sail upon an unknown sea 
Into the vast eternity. 



Beyond this shoal of time 

This earthly strife 
Who knows! what men call death 

It may be life. 



In Hope's fair sky forever shines 

A star, a beacon light! 
A friendly orb, that points toward 

The Dawn beyond the Night! 



THE CARNAL MAN 

The carnal man is on the throne ; 

He's but a false aspirant; 
As long as man will give him sway. 

He'll rule him like a tyrant. 

This carnal man is robed and crowned. 
Demands a princely dower; 

'Tis time that man should call a halt. 
Deprive him of his power. 

The inner man should be the king. 
And he should wear the crown. 

The king's within, he must be heard; 
He can not, will not, down! 



34 THE CARNAL MAN 

One road to the Millennium — 
There is but one, my brother 

*Tis founded on unselfish love. 
The joy you give another. 



TRUE GREATNESS 

My boy, when starting out in life 
And just come out of college, 

Don't be in baste to show the world 
Your learning or your knowledge. 

You may be versed in ancient lore, 

The wisdom of the sages. 
And you may have in ample store 

The learning of the ages. 

Be humble, unassuming, or 
You'll surely meet disaster, 

Remember, every man you meet 
In some way is your master. 



36 TRUE GREATNESS 

You may wear a badge or medal, 

Or don a purple gown, 
True merit needs no uniform 

With which to gain renown. 

The cap, the gown, the robe, the crown. 

The titles of today — 
Like mist before the morning sun. 

Will surely pass away. 

Conceal your learning while you may. 

Nor list to emulation; 
Let others seek the road to fame. 

Strive not for reputation. 

The hill is long and hard to climb 

That leads you to success; 
True greatness, after all, is just 

A test of usefulness. 



A MAN WORTH WHILE 

The man we love and honor most. 

Is near to nature's plan, 
Though not endowed with high estate. 

He's every inch a man. 

No rank or title may adorn. 

But you will always find 
The manly man is courteous, 

Considerate and kind. 

Ideals and aspirations 

Are stepping stones to fame. 

And self control no man without 
Is worthy of the name. 



38 A MAN WORTH WHILE 

The money kings are numerous, 

But it is very rare 
We meet that king of all the kings, 

The mental millionaire. 

The progress of the centuries. 
From darkness into day — 

'Twas he that led the mighty march, 
'Twas he that blazed the way. 

In this our present day and age. 

No other can compare. 
It honors us to honor him. 

The mental millionaire. 

Our king of mental worth was born 

Beneath no lucky star, 
And cradled in obscurity. 

No opulence to mar. 



A MAN WORTH WHILE 39 

No sect or dupe of royalty 

Could use him for a tool, 
He stood for equal rights for all. 

And no tyrannic rule. 

He entered no agreement, 

With any click or clan. 
But in dignity, he towered. 

To the stature of a man. 

He breathed the air of freedom. 
Tread the road the heroes trod — 

A noble to the manner born. 
And liberty was God. 

Proud victor on the field of thought, 

We owe it all to thee — 
The creditor of all the past, 

And all the years to be. 



40 A MAN WORTH WHILE 

In this our present day and age, 
No other can compare — 

We bow to thee, thou king of kings, 
The mental millionaire. 



MAXIMS 

Our friends they say the years may go, 
We do not change at all, no matter. 

But wrinkles tell the truth you know. 
They're not so much inclined to flat- 
ter. 



Some are you know a little slow 

To grasp a situation, 
They need in fact to be exact 

A surgeon's operation. 



That one is sadly lacking 
So far as knowledge goes, 

fTio gets her information 
From what her hubby knows. 



ELBOW YOUR WAY 

As you go through this world 
Of ambition and strife, 

You must elbow your way 
Through the battle of life. 

Just jostle a little. 

And sing as you go. 
Then elbow your way. 

And keep hoeing your row. 

Expect to be pushed 

To the left or the right. 

But don't take offense 

Or you'll lose in the fight. 



ELBOW YOUR WAY 43 

True merit adversity 

Never can stop: 
There's only one way 

To go "over the top." 

Your heart must be light, 
With a smile and a song, 

Then elbow your way. 
And keep jostling along. 



THE SMILE WILL WIN 

Give all the world a sunny smile, 

And like the orb of day. 
When clouds appear your smile is near 

To chase the clouds away. 

^Tio courts a bright and sunny way 

Is always at his best. 
At any moment night or day 

That one's a welcome guest. 

Sunny days are always welcome, 

Every age and every clime 
Sunbeams drive away the darkness, 

Be a sunbeam all the time. 



THE SMILE WILL WIN 45 

And though defeated many times 

Press on and do your part, 
The noblest one of all is he 

Who never loses heart. 

Congenial spirits always blend. 
Combined with brain and heart 

In cheerful souls we meet the end 
Of culture and of art. 

Let sunshine flow from heart and soul 

Whatever you may do. 
You cannot fail to reach the goal. 

The smile will pull you through. 



THE SUNLIT WAY 

The world is in a deadly sleep, 

As yet does not awaken — 
A few their silent vigils keep, 

Their faith cannot be shaken. 

The Son of Man, the Prince of Peace, 
Is standing right beside us. 

To give to all a sure release, 
Whatever may betide us. 

WTio bears the burden of the day 

His cup of joy is doubled. 
To hear again the Master say, 

"Let not your heart be troubled." 



THE SUNLIT WAY 47 

There is no darkness, all is light, 
Awake from sin and sorrow — 

We're passing surely through the night, 
There dawns the glad tomorrow. 

No more to hid loved ones good-bye. 
Nor mourn the dear departed — 

The Prince of Peace is ever nigh, 
To heal the broken hearted. 

Awake, arouse, do not delay. 

Come up where none are falling — 

Come out upon the Sunlit Way, 
The Son of Man is calling. 



MAXIMS 

True greatness does not rule by fear. 

For be it understood, 
We cannot count them truly great 

Who are not truly good. 



Exalted souls do not condemn 
The fault that lies in others, 

Who hath no sin or wrong within 
They cannot see their brother's. 



When honor, right and duty call 

'Tis noble to obey. 
All hail farewell to them who fall 

Where freedom leads the way. 



THOUGHT IS THE MOTOR 

The time has come when every fear, 
Of which we stand in dread, 

Must pass away with all the ghosts. 
Who are forever dead! 

And, soon or late, mankind must learn- 

For it is but a truth — 
Within the human mind, there are 

Eternal springs of youth ! 

The galleries of mind are gemmed. 
With landscapes rich and rare, 

And each and everyone may roam 
In gardens bright and fair. 

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50 THOUGHT IS THE MOTOR 

Within those gardens fair, we find 
The world for which we sought, 

And every leaf and bud and flower, 
Is but a tender thought! 

Bright crystal streams, with pebbled 
walks, 
And sunshine from above. 
And fountains there, to quench our 
thirst, 
With universal love. 

And in those gardens roam at will. 

We never are confined ; 
For there are many countless roads, 

Within the realm of Mind. 

One is Ambition's rugged road, 

Of which our feet will tire. 
To mountains high of selfishness. 

That belch volcanic fire. 



THOUGHT IS THE MOTOR 51 

Some lead to Passion's dismal swamp, 
Of which no tongue can tell, 

We make our choice and choose the 
world, 
In which we have to dwell. 

Thought is the motor and the power. 

To mold for good or ill; 
And could, if rightly utilizied, 

The body sway at will. 

When man awakes from out his sleep 

And soul is at the helm, 
He's master of the mighty deep, 

And prince of all the realm. 



LAW 

With wisdom our guide, 

We have searched for the light— 
We have crossed the divide. 

No star in the night. 

We have been far afield. 

We have plowed, we have sowed- 
We have followed the light 

To the end of the road. 

We have looked upon nature 
With wonder and awe. 

We have learned that creation 
Is governed by law. 



LAW 53 



The planet, the atom, 
Comes under the rod — 

All bow to the law. 
Be it man or a God. 

Though seeming unmerciful, 

Yet it is just. 
Law smiles not at virtue. 

Nor frowns upon lust. 

You can go where you may. 
You may do what you will- 

The law is the same. 
And inflexible still. 

As time rolls around, 
We will find in the end 

That law is as faithful. 
And more than a friend. 



54 LAW 

There is nothing below, 
There is nothing above 

That equals this law 
Of unqualified love. 

There's a key to it all, 
There's a way to begin, 

It is never without. 
It is always within. 

One truth is apparent, 
Without any flaw. 

The boundless creation 
Is governed by law. 



MAN 

Behold him from a worldly view. 
The great material plan; 

And every human effort still 
Administers to man. 

He's ruler of the universe, 

Believes in education; 
He's monarch over land and sea. 

And lord of all creation. 

His appetites are catered to. 
His wants are well supplied. 

Yet all his inclinations yield 
To vanity and pride. 



56 MAN 

Man's sole ambition now is on 

Material pleasure bent; 
And wealth and luxury are both 

Supposed to bring content. 

T^Tiile man is bound materially, 

He never can be free; 
Nor ever will he be content, 

But just about to be. 

He's chasing phantoms all the time, 
His mind is filled with dread; 

He never overtakes them: they 
Are always just ahead. 

Before man had discovered steam. 
And when he sailed the sea, 

And many years before he dreamed 
Of electricity. 



MAN 57 

A look into the future would 
Have filled his heart with joy, 

With all his troubles at an end 
And nothing to annoy. 

But when the steamship came at last, 

The world was all attention; 
Then it was closely followed by 

Electrical invention. 

But still man isn't satisfied 

With higher education ; 
He now is very much engaged 

In aerial navigation. 

The world implicitly believes 

In modern sanitation; 
And press and public advocate 

Reforms in legislation. 



58 MAN 

There is no social system known — 

Or legislative bills — 
That can produce or bring about 

Reforms for human ills. 

For every road is traveled far, 

And each and all explored, 
So that the carnal Eden to 

The man may be restored. 

But in that carnal Eden where 

There is so much adored, 
At each and every entrance he 

Will find a flaming sword. 

And like a soldier of the guard 

On duty night and day. 
That flaming sword confronts the man. 

Forever bars the way. 



MAN 59 

This man that we have painted thus 

Is not the real man ; 
It's just his shadow working on 

The evolution plan. 

Man could be master of himself. 
But, midst the strife and din. 

He's always seeking aid without 
Instead of aid within. 

The body is a temple and 

As such it cannot sin ; 
It just reflects the service that 

Is going on within. 

Man has a sculptor throned within 

Who's working all the day ; 
'Tis but another name for soul, 

The moulder of the clay. 



60 MAN 

'Tis far from being just to man 
To think his ills are fate ; 

And it is folly to expect 

To heal them while you wait. 

Man's errors of the centuries — 
They are not here to stay ; 

Like chaff they will be gathered up 
At last and blow away. 



MAXIMS 

No day can be so overcast, 

No night weighed down with care. 

But what some star of hope at last 
Comes forth to enter there. 

Above the clouds there's some who dwell 
Up in the sunshine every day, 

Where life has many joys to give 
And every ill has passed away 



Faith and desire will make you whole 
And lengthen out your days. 

Ignite the spark however dark 
And fan it to a blaze. 



LOVE 

Love is the power that molds and forms 

Of hfe the greater part, 
That wondrous fairest flower that blooms 

Within the human heart 

Love is that dainty fragrant flower, 
That sheds its sweet perfume 

Where aspirations of the soul 
Are constantly in bloom. 

Love dawns upon us with its many 

Changes, day by day; 
It recreates and forms and 

Fashions gods of common clay. 



LOVE 63 

Love is a beacon light to guide 

Along life's troubled sea; 
A silver bow on every cloud 

To light adversity. 

Its mission is to elevate, 

Ennoble and refine; 
It charms and thrills and sways with 

Magic power that's most divine. 

Love is the scepter of the soul, 

And like a magic toy. 
It changes many darkest days 

In life from gloom to joy. 

Love is the rarest and the purest 

Gem of all the earth ; 
It builds the home and kindles 

Every fire on every hearth. 



64 LOVE 

How like enchanted music, from 
Afar that lingers long — 

Love is the soul of melody, 
The beauteous queen of song. 

Love is a spark divine, formed by 
The great creative plan — 

A ray of light, a star to guide, 
A part of God in man. 



NATURE'S QUEEN 

She is modest, she is winsome, 

She is bonny, she is coy ; 
She's a gem of rarest value, 

She's a jewel, she's a joy. 

When she smiles, 'tis like a sunbeam; 

Every glance is cupid's dart. 
Then she throws a charm around you, 

Gently steals into your heart. 

She is graceful in her bearing 

As a bird upon the wing; 
She's as tender as a flower. 

She is just a breath of spring. 



66 NATURE'S QUEEN 

Her form's a dream of fairyland, 
Her eyes are heaven's hue, 

Her lips the petals of the rose 
When kissed by falling dew. 

She is like a summer zephyr. 
She's as dainty as a fawn, 

Like a sunset on the water 
Or the coming of the dawn. 

She has life and she has humor 
And a style that gives her tone, 

She is jolly and bewitching 
With a way that's all her own. 

Dame nature with a lavish hand, 
Whose power is all unseen. 

Has touched her with her magic wand 
And crowned her Nature's Queen. 



KUBELIK 

The greatest fiddler in the world! 

He came to our town ! 
So me and my old lady, we 

Fixed up and went aroun'. 

And such a jam you never saw! 

We thought there'd be a wreck! 
But, say, he was a fiddler, and 

They called him Kuhelik. 

When he came out upon the stage. 

To make his little bow, 
I says to my old lady then, 

"Now, he will show 'em how!" 



68 KUBELIK 

And did he show 'em? Well, I guess! 

He sure could fiddle some! 
And every one was wishin' he 

Would play 'till kingdom come ! 

'Twas like a sail upon the lake, 

In balmy summer time ; 
Then it would be a storm at sea, 

The sounds were so sublime. 

At times it would be soft and low! 

And then an awful din ! 
Just like the tide a goin' out, 

And then a comin' in ! 

And then it was a winter's day! 

A desert bleak and wild! 
A day in June, the world in tune. 

The laughter of a child! 



KUBELIK 69 

Then we were down upon the farm 

Where gentle zephyrs play, 
We stood in sunny fields, and caught 

The scent of new-mown hay. 

Then you could hear the notes of birds 

A floatin' in the air! 
And through the trees the hum of bees 

And music everywhere! 

The gentle winds were sighin' and 
A rustlin' through the leaves. 

And happy songs of harvesters 
A bringin' home the sheaves ! 

He led us up a wooded path, 

Into a flowery dell ! 
A safe retreat where lovers meet 

And there their secrets tell! 



70 KUBELIK 

And then we climbed the mountain side! 

We landed on its crest! 
And then the bugle call, To arms! 

The lullaby to rest! 
That fellow played on every cord 

Within the human breast. 

And yet it did not satisfy! 

There was a mighty roar! 
And then he played another piece! 

But still they wanted more ! 

There came a time he had to stop, 

As it was gettin' late! 
The verdict was unanimous 

That Kube was simply great! 



KUBELIK 71 

Well, it's like a fairy story ; 

This boy of humble birth, 
Who is now the greatest fiddler 

There is upon the earth! 

And how he was a suitor, too. 
And won the hand and heart 

Of the little fairy countess. 
Who was captured by his art! 

From a hut into a palace. 

This lad has fought his way ! 
And me and my old lady thinks 

That he is there to stay. 



MAXIMS 

In every walk of life, 

'Twill stand the test. 
In all our daily strife. 

Few words are far the best. 



We're seldom caught in any snares 
When busy with our own affairs. 



While ignorance may talk at will. 
Yet learning has some value still. 



A bore is one with nothing new 

Who steals your time and patience too. 



LITTLE JOE 

The hero of our story, he 
Blew into camp one day, 

He wasn't very talkative ; 
He hadn't much to say. 

A handsome, manly fellow, too. 
As you would care to know; 

But not a word about his home, 
Just said to call him "Joe." 

He proved himself a willing lad; 

He always did his part; 
And very soon he won a place 

In everybody's heart. 



74 LITTLE JOE 

The spring went by and summer came, 
And things were going fine; 

And little Joe had now become 
The idol of the mine. 

One day the lad was ailing ; he 
Had tried to fight it out — 

The fever had him in its grip 
There wasn't any doubt! 

'Twas then we found a letter, close 
Concealed upon his breast; 

It told about his eastern home. 
And how he'd wandered West! 

We sent a message to his home, 

To let his mother know. 
She answered back, "I'll come at once! 

God spare my little Joe!" 



LITTLE JOE 75 



As fast as steam could carry her, 

She hurried to her boy ! 
And not a miner in the camp, 

Who didn't cry for joy! 

She knelt beside his little cot, 
And kissed his face and hair! 

And with him folded to her breast. 
Her heart went out in prayer ! 

The boys in groups had gathered round. 

With whispers soft and low! 
And in their way had offered up 

A prayer for little Joe! 

When Texas Bill allowed if he 
Was up thar on the throne — 

Was General Superintendent, 
And a running things alone, 



76 LITTLE JOE 

And when he came to little Joe, 
He made the observation, 

He'd save that boy or bust the plan 
Of gettin' up creation! 

I don't know how it came about, 

But this I know is true, 
I guess 'twas Tex that saved him, for 

Our little Joe came through. 



THE BABY 

^Tio is it from its day of birth 
That fills the home with joy and mirth, 
Tbe dearest, sweetest thing on earth? 
The Baby. 

Who comes as fair as summer's skies, 
A drop of dew from paradise? 
Its mother's from its toes to eyes, 
The Baby. 

Who is it cannot understand. 
The wonders seen on every hand 
Who always dwells in fairy land? 
The Baby. 



78 THE BABY 

Who can a slight disturbance make, 
Enough to keep the house awake 
Because it has the 'tummie ache? 
The Baby. 

Who is it till the day is done. 
Has everybody on the run 
To fix a top, a doll, or gun? 
The Baby. 

Who steals upon us unawares. 
Who wants to know about the bears? 
Who is it drives away the cares? 
The Baby. 

Who comes at close of day to greet. 
Who wants to ride on daddy's feet — 
Who makes his home, his life complete? 
The Baby. 



THE BABY 79 

Who is it when we are in doubt 
With clouds and shadows all about, 
We could not get along without? 
The Baby. 

Who is it midst the din and strife 
Is all the world to man and wife? 
\^Tio is it? Bless its little life, 
The Baby. 



HOMELESS LITTLE ONES 

Extracts from "Man^s Emancipation,^ 
page 197, 

The happy time comes on a pace, 

'Tis surely on the way, 
With mother-love for homeless ones. 

There dawns a brighter day. 

No tenemant will curse the land 
Where children of the poor 

Have never seen a leaf or bud 
Or tree around the door. 



HOMELESS LITTLE ONES 81 

Clidd labor, too, shall disappear, 
That shame, that foul disgrace, 

That darkest stain of any age, 
Of anytime or place. 

The children of the factory, 

'Tis then they will be seen 
Where golden-rod and daisies grow. 

In fields of wooded green. 

Their cheeks will bloom with roses then, 

And like the lily fair. 
They'll bathe in nature's own sunshine — 

Will breathe her sweet, free air. 

Those frail and helpless little ones 

Will find a resting place. 
In happy homes, where bud and bloom 

The virtues of the race. 



THE LAUGHTER OF A CHILD. 

Oh childhood's free and happy hour. 

Where all is love and truth! 
We wander through that mistic realm, 

Enchanted land of youth. 

The land of innocence and mirth, 

With nothing to annoy, 
When pleasure fills the eyes with light. 

And every heart with joy. 

With buds and birds and blossoms sweet. 

And flowers growing wild, 
Yet sweeter far than all of these. 

The laughter of a child. 



THE LAUGHTER OF A CHILD 83 

Oh children of that mystic realm! 

Our love we pledge anew — 
And side by side, and hand in hand, 

Would walk again with you. 

Our childhood, may it still remain 

Unchanging, as it should, 
With Christmas chimes, its childish 
rhymes, 

And sweet Red Riding Hood. 

Then let us in the future dwell, 

With spirits undefiled. 
That we may hear above the strife, 

The Laughter of a Child. 



MAXIMS 

Not all the good and great were schooled 

In regal halls of learning, 
Yet such as they have always kept 

The lamp of Progress burning. 



A tranquil mind is always wrapped 

In reason's robe sublime, 
'Tis passion's storm where souls are 
wrecked 

Upon the reefs of time. 



The error of the ages. 
Why so many do not win, 

Is always seeking power without 
Instead of power within. 



THE MODEL PREACHER 

The man who never built a church, 
Was but a humble teacher, 

And though he never spoke in one. 
He was a Model Preacher. 

He never passed a day in school. 
Or took a course in college, 

Received his inspiration from 
The fountain head of knowledge. 

When but a boy, he put to flight 
The wisest of the sages — 

Completely overturning all 
The learning of the ages. 



86 THE MODEL PREACHER 

He never sat with the elect, 
At any costly dinners — 

It seems to be authentic, that 
He ate and drank with sinners. 

He never donned a full dress suit. 
Or wore a standing collar, 

'Tis not on record that he paid 
For luxuries a dollar. 

Unlike the clergy of today. 

Would think that one perverted — 

To preach before he was ordained. 
Nor yet had been converted. 

He healed the people everywhere, 
His day and generation. 
He went about a doing good. 
Received no compensation. 



THE MODEL PREACHER 87 

'Twas then, and still it is today. 
The many made objection — 

For they who put the world away, 
'Twas instant resurrection. 

No one on earth could fall so low 
From shame and sin descended. 

He gave to all an equal show. 
With heart and hand extended. 

He loved the children, and he held 
Them close in his embraces. 

He made his home among the poor 
In their abiding places. 

A carpenter of lowly birth. 
Was but a hmnble teacher — 

The man who put the world away, 
Who was this Model Preacher? 



EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN 

We see him when a prattling babe 

Upon his mother's knee; 
Within that humble little cot, 

We see adversity. 

We see him struggling through his youth 

To manhood's high estate; 
We see him standing every test 

That marks the truly great. 

We follow closely by his side, 

And every step we trace ; 
We see him fill with honor 

Every trust and every place. 



EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN 89 

We see this nature's nobleman 

Stand out in bold relief; 
We see the country's danger when 

The people hail him chief. 

We see the lowering clouds of war 

Hang heavy o'er the land, 
With traitors at the nation's throat, 

And treason in command. 

Again with loving words we hear 

Him pleading for the right: 
The mystic cords of memory 

Will surely reunite. 

We see him standing at the helm 

To steer the ship aright; 
We see him on the watch-towers 

In the vigils of the night. 



90 EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN 

We see him worn with grief and care 
As though the heart would break; 

And yet he never falters, for 
The nation is at stake. 

We see him climb to every height — 

This martyr yet to be; 
We see the light and hail the star, 

The dawn of liberty. 

And like Horatius at the bridge. 

One of the noble three. 
We see him strike the shackles down 

And set the bondsmen free. 

We see him in the halls of state. 

And in the busy mart ; 
We see him with the boys in blue; 

He's talking heart to heart. 



EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN 91 

We see the loving mother come 

To hless, with latest hreath. 
And clasp the hand of him who stood 

Between her hoy and death. 

And then we see the sunny side, 

The genial and the jest; 
We see him round the cheerful board, 

We see him at his best. 

The clouds of war had rolled away. 
And hushed the cannon's roar; 

And brothers met in stern array, 
Were now to meet no more. 

The hand that steered the ship of state. 
And though the waves dashed high, 

Had landed safe the precious freight; 
And victory was nigh. 



92 EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN 

And then we see him strickened down. 

We see the nation bow; 
We see the wreath immortal placed 

Upon his honored brow. 

Again we hear the muffled drum, 

The stately marshal tread; 
Again a war-worn weary world, 

Salutes its mighty dead. 

To help the race was his desire, 

No seeker after fame 
His hand had touched immortal fire. 

His genius lit the flame. 

The noblest souls of every age. 

Are always in the van, 
The martyred Lincoln is today 

Columbia's matchless man. 



EULOGY ON ROBERT G. INGERSOLL 

He was a fearless friend of man! 

Who nobly served his day ; 
A Mental King of moral worth, 

Though formed of common clay. 

One of the few heroic souls. 

Who enter pid3lic strife. 
That both adorn and dignify 

The every walk of life ! 

A man advancing all the time, 

A leader in the fight, 
A great and gallant soul who stood 

For the eternal right. 



94 EULOGY ON ROBERT G. INGERSOLL 

A man who would no* bend the knee 
To pomp and power and place; 

A worthy son deserving of 
The homage of the race. 

A man we know whose honor was 

As spotless as a star! 
A soldier on the field of thought — 

A Henry of Navarre! 

That peerless knight had stood alone, 
He threw the gauntlet down — 

Defying myth and miracle. 
The cap, the robe, the crown! 

An intellectual athlete, 

Who scaled the peaks of thought; 
And left ambition far below, 

All pride and self forgot. 



EULOGY ON ROBERT G. INGERSOLL 95 

And standing proudly on the heights. 
With freedom's flag unfurled ! 

He broke the chains and prison bars, 
To liberate the world. 

And if we count that spirit great. 
Who aids with heart and hand, 

The weak, oppressed of all the earth — 
Then he was great and grand ! 

The world? It was his country! 

His religion? to do good! 
The cause for which he labored? 

Universal brotherhood! 

There were no fetters on his brain! 

He stood erect and free; 
His temple was the Universe, 

His God was Liberty. 



96 EULOGY ON ROBERT G. INGERSOLL 

Alone, he drove that phantom, fear. 

Forever from the brain: 
That any of the human race 

Are doomed to endless pain. 

His heart was wide as all the world, 

It beat for all the race, 
And yet within that manly heart. 

No wrong could find a place. 

If all his splendid sentiment. 

Could pass through Nature's loom. 

With every word a woven flower. 
The air would scent perfume. 

Mankind is better that he lived. 
And since he's come and gone. 

The light is slowly breaking: 
We are nearer to the dawn. 



EULOGY ON ROBERT G. INGERSOLL 97 

Id soul inspiring eloquence, 

He stood without a peer; 
With reverent hands we beg to lay 

A wreath upon his bier. 

A spirit of heroic mold, 

Majestic in its might. 
We hope has found eternal day. 

And not a starless night. 



UNIVERSAL LAW 

The thinking world acknowledges 

A universal law, 
That moves in perfect harmony, 

Without a single flaw. 

That law for ages man has sought 
To bend ; and, though unknown. 

In each and every instance he 
Has reaped what he has sown. 

That law, it cannot, will not, bend; 

Suppose it could, what then? 
There would be pandemonium 

Among the sons of men. 



UNIVERSAL LAW 99 

The law is beneficial, and 

If man would but agree, 
It stands to serve bim as a friend 

And aids to set bim free. 

How often in collision, wben 
Tbe law and man dotb meet: 

Tbe law sustains no fracture, but 
Tbe man, be meets defeat. 

And wby sbould man presume to cbange 

Tbis law tbat must be rigbt? 
Would man, and could be if be would, 

Improve tbe Infinite? 

We live and move and tbink by law. 

It governs time and space; 
Go wbere you will, do wbat you may, 

Tbe law is in its place. 



100 UNIVERSAL LAW 

It governs every blade of grass 

And every drop of dew, 
It governs all the fleecy clouds 

And tints their golden hue. 

The rising and the setting sun, 
The night, the dawn of day — 

Law governs countless worlds in space. 
And guides them on their way. 

One universe of all that is. 
One fountain head of youth; 

One law of wisdom rules it all. 
One great eternal truth. 

As age on age shall roll around 

Before man's race is run. 
The truth will dawn on him at last 

That love and law are one. 



MAXIMS 

Could man have been created, 

Then he would be estimated 
To be a part, and parcel of a plan. 

He would stand or fall alone 

Through no merit of his own, 
The automatic image of a man. 

Wisdom rolls the stone away. 

From the sepulcher today. 
Pointing out to all the everlasting truth, 

Man has been, and he will be. 

Throughout all eternity. 
Eternal with the fountain head of youth, 
In the smnming up there is no kind of 
doubt 

Man will come into his own. 

He will reap what he has sown. 
For eternal justice will be meted out 



THE Y. M. C. A. 

The world it has heard of the story, 
'Twas while they were fighting in 
France, 

Of a path that was covered with glory. 
That led to the farthest advance. 

'Twas a trail of white posts that were 
standing, 

Like stars they were pointing the way 
To a harbor of safety and landing, 

On the line of the Y. M. C. A. 

Away from the roar and the rattle. 
The shock and the thick of the fight. 

The soldiers, when wounded in battle. 
Would follow by day and by night. 



THE Y. M. C. A. 103 

With hearts that were beating so lightly, 
Each one in himself was a host, 

Though wounded and blinded and bleed- 
ing, 
They followed the trail of the posts. 

Like a ray of the sun they would meet 
you. 
They were standing there day after day. 
With a smile and a cheer they would greet 
you. 
These lads of the Y. M. C. A. 

They'd just like a brother caress you, 
Though only a moment you stop, 

With a hearty good luck, they would bless 
you. 
Before you leap over the top. 



104 THE Y. M. C. A. 

To arms ! when the bugle was calling, 
In fancy were over the foam — 

As in line they were silently falling. 
They had written their last letters 
home. 

Where the shot and the shrapnel were 
flying 
The horrors, the tongue cannot tell. 
The terrors of death were defying. 
They marched through the trenches of 
Hell. 

If in all of the land there are any. 

For freedom they're blocking the way. 

Who begrudges the sum of a penny, 
In aid of the Y. M. C. A. 



THE Y. M. C. A. 105 

Then here's to the cream of creation, 
They're giving the world a new birth— 

Though getting no remuneration, 
These lads are the salt of the earth. 



UNITED STATES MARINES 

'Twas Chateau Thierry's battle field, 
One blazing summer day, 

The world was trembling to its base. 
The Allies were at bay. 

A score of times the Allied arms 
Had charged that wall of steel. 

Until the lines had wavered 
And their ranks began to reel. 

'Twas then United States Marines 
Who bore the battle's brunt, 

With colors proudly flying. 
Charged nobly to the front. 



UNITED STATES MARINES 107 

In thunder tones their shouts rang out 

Above that fearful fray. 
And forward went the colors 

Of the grand old U. S. A. 

The Huns were flushed with victory. 

Determined not to yield, 
The flower of all the German hosts, 

Were on that battle field. 

The soldiers of the U. S. A. 

Were never known to fail — 
With nerves of steel, they faced that 
storm. 

Of shot and leaden hail. 

'Twas in a deadly whirlwind charge. 

No tongue can ever tell. 
They threw the gauntlet down to fate, 

And all the imps of Hell. 



108 UNITED STATES MARINES 

'Twas man to man, they charged the foe, 

Across that fearful sea — 
And fought their way through shot and 
shell. 

To fame and victory. 

Their names will live and be engraved 
On fame's immortal peak — 

The noblest Romans of them all, 
And grander than the Greek. 

Forever unsurpassed will shine 

The splendor of the scenes, 
The charge at Chateau Thierry 

Of United States Marines. 



WHEN WARS WILL CEASE 

The lords of earth who sit in state, 
Who think they are the only great, 
When they are made to abdicate 
Then Wars will cease. 

When every nation shall be free. 
No more to tyrants bend the knee, 
Controlled by love and liberty. 
Then Wars will cease. 

There'll be no war in that great day, 
When all the people have their say. 
When truth and justice point the way. 
Then Wars will cease. 



110 WHEN WARS WILL CEASE 

Where battle fields are bleak and bare, 
Again will fragrance scent the air 
With bud and blossom everywhere, 
When Wars shall cease. 

While every tribe and every tongue 
Will shout just like when earth was 

young. 
When all the stars together sung. 
When Wars shall cease. 



MAXIMS 

The critics sit in judgment 
On those who write 'or sing. 

Producing something better, that 
Is quite another thing. 



He who has lacked for want of words 
Since this old earth was young. 

Is often wise, a fool is one 
Who cannot hold his tongue. 



They say that maids are May when wed 
And then they change but please re- 
member. 
The buds of May their bloom has fled 
Wlien touched by winds of chill Doi 
cember. 



WOMAN 

A few are prone to speak about 

A woman's every act, 
As rumor never is in doubt 

'Tis taken as a fact. 

Wbo would defame a woman's name, 

A sister or a mother. 
Would be a most ungrateful son, 

A more unworthy brother. 

No matter what the women do 
Or how they may be dressing. 

The lovely dears have always been 
Our very greatest blessing. 



WOMAN 113 

Now should it come to any test, 
Though we may try to serve them, 

When we have done our very best. 
We never half deserve them. 

'Tis woman guides us all the way. 
Her smile the world to light, 

Without 'twould be a sunless day, 
A dark and starless night. 

Until we cross the great divide. 
We want her here to cheer us. 

There's nothing on the other side 
Unless she could be near us. 



MOTHER 

Thou who dost bless our early years 
And share alike our joys and tears. 
How well we know thy kindly face. 
Thy winning smile, thy every grace. 

Thy voice is like a magic wand, 
As though from some enchanted land. 
In every ill thou stoop'st to bless, 
A look is but a fond caress. 

And though, dear one, we know thee well. 
There's none a Mother's love can tell. 
No poet's muse or sculptured art, 
Can e'er depict a mother's heart. 



MOTHER 115 

'Tis like the herald of the day 

When we are lost in doubt. 
It comes and enters at our door 

When all the world goes out. 

With aid and sympathy it forms 

A link in life's long chain. 
And when the trying moment comes 

Will stand the greatest strain. 

How like the oak amidst the storm! 

'Tis grand in danger's hour; 
But when the calm has come again 

'Tis like the vine and flower. 

Oft in the vigils of the night 

Bowed low in silent prayer, 
When pleading for that little life 

A mother's love is there. 



116 MOTHER 

No sky can ever be so black — 
The night of sad despair, 

Will brighten when thy star of hope 
Comes forth to enter there. 

In all our darkest hour of need 
There is no tongue or pen 

That can portray a Mother's love, 
Her true devotion then. 

How like the fragrance of a flower! 

A boon to mortals given! 
A Mother's love is not of earth, 

'Tis but a breath of heaven. 



WE SHOULD NOT JUDGE A 
BROTHER 

We cannot tell, we do not know 
Just how to judge a brother ; 

Remember he was once a babe, 
The idol of a mother. 

Once he was just as pure as light 

From out a sunny sky, 
And folded to a mother's heart 

With love that cannot die. 

He may have wandered far away 

And fallen very low ; 
It matters not how many times — 

Give him another show. 



118 WE SHOULD NOT JUDGE A BROTHER 

In all the world he has no friend. 

Forsaken and alone, 
But let him who is free from sin 

Be first to cast a stone. 

No matter what he may have done 

He has the right to live; 
'Tis always easy to condemn. 

It's noble to forgive. 

He may have crossed the desert bare 
And faced the storm and heat; 

We do not know how many thorns 
Have pierced the tender feet. 

And all should stop a moment 
Some kindly word to speak, 

For none can rise to greatness 
By trampling on the weak. 



WE SHOULD NOT JUDGE A BROTHER 119 

That noble one who offers aid 
With honor should be decked; 

To stoop to raise a fallen one, 
'Tis but to stand erect. 

The fearless ones in every age. 

The wisest and the best, 
Have laid the helping hand upon 

The brow of the opprest. 

A gentle word, a friendly hand. 

Is always sure to win; 
It is just one touch of nature 

That makes the whole world kin. 



MAXIMS 

They may not be the best of earth 
Who are so well descended, 

Though they may come of gentle birth 
The glory may have ended. 



A gentleman may be a lord, 

More oft a plowman of the sod. 

Or halls of learning may adorn 
A gentleman may pack a hod. 



Old beacon lights long may they burn 
Old books will stand the test; 

Old recollections will return, 
Old friends are far the best. 



THE roEAL HOME 

There's a cozy little cottage 

In a quiet shady spot. 
Nestling down among the roses 

And the sweet for-get-me-not. 

Always when the day is over, 
When I know that I am free. 

Someone's in that little cottage 
Just awaiting there for me. 

Someone's eyes are growing brighter, 
Someone's standing at the gate; 

Someone's heart is getting lighter. 
Someone knows I'm never late. 



122 THE IDEAL HOME 

Someone's always there to welcome. 
Someone's happy as can be; 

Someone's arme are thrown around me 
Someone's talking tenderly. 

Someone's smiling as she tells me 

All about her little cares; 
Someone gently stoops to kiss me 

When I'm taken unawares. 

And if I'm a little bothered 

When the times are mighty tight. 

Someone says, "Now don't you worry, 
It is coming out all right." 

Someone who has never wavered, 
Someone who is always true. 

Someone who is standing by me, 
Someone who will see me through. 



THE IDEAL HOME 123 

Someone, is a little woman, 

Bravely meeting care and strife. 

Someone, is a little sweetheart, 
Someone, is a little wife. 

Years ago I wooed and won her. 
She's my world in which I dwell ; 

Angel of my better nature. 
More to me than I can tell. 

When the shadows gather round me 
She's my star that leads me on; 

Hand in hand we'll go together 
Through the night into the dawn. 



WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A DAD? 

What is home without a mother? 

Who can make the home so glad? 
While we always think of mother 

Should we not remember Dad? 

All the way his road is rugged, 

Little play and little rest — 
It is not a path of pleasure 

When 'tis taken at the best. 

Dad is up so bright and early, 

Takes his little dinner pail 
Out in every kind of weather. 

Rain and sleet and storm and hail. 



WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A DAD? 125 

Dauntless daring every danger; 

Always does the best he can ; 
Fear to him a total stranger, 

Dad is nothing but a man. 

Men have stood in line of battle 
When the day was black as night. 

Faced the cannon's roar and rattle. 
Stood for the eternal right. 

Life is but a field of battle. 
Men are falling thick and fast. 

Fighting for their homes and loved ones. 
Heroes battling to the last. 

Where the shot and shell are raging. 
There to bear the battle's brunt 

Standing nobly by his colors, 
Dad is always at the front. 



126 VHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A DAD? 

Often in the heat of battle, 

Though he wearies of the fight, 

Yet he proudly marches onward 
Till the coming of the night. 

Mother's day we know is welcome, 
Daddy's day is not so bad; 

Let us always gather roses, 

Some for Mother, some for Dad. 



MAXIMS 

Man has passed through many stages, 
Down through prehistoric ages — 
By the great eternal laws of nature's 
plan. 
Past through many forms and spheres. 
Lived and dreamed away tihe years. 
While progressing from the atom to the 
man. 



Looking forward, what a blessing. 

You may ever be progressing — 
In the cycles yet to come may be divine — 

You may go and come again. 

On a high and higher plain; 
All the boundless vast eternity is thine. 



LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 
(Founded on Facts) 

'Twas the spring of eighteen sixty-five, 
When all the world could see 

The fearless Grant was closing up 
Around the gallant Lee. 

For Richmond then had fallen and 
The negroes they were free, 

And Sherman and his army 
They were marching to the sea. 

Two soldiers clad in army blue 

Were standing by the walls 
Of the nation's greatest structure — 

The legislative halls. 



LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 129 

These lads went out from Michigan 

When first the war begun, 
Their regiment one thousand strong, 

And now — ^but forty-one! 

The numbers tell the story true; 

But if you wish to see. 
Look up the Stonewall regiment 

And the famous Company E. 

The boys were not on duty now 

But out to take a stroll, 
They both were from the battle's front 

And out upon parole. 

Their attention was attracted 
To walls which were defaced; 

For written there, in letters bold. 
Their comrades' names were traced. 



130 LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 

They both were in a study then 
And each made up his mind; 

For, where their comrades led the way. 
They would not be behind. 

But, just as they commenced to write. 

Some one in uniform 
Appeared upon the scene and at 

The boys began to storm. 

He then at once called out the guard 

To have the matter tested. 
In other words, 'twas his intent 

To have the boys arrested. 

The guard came on the double quick, 

With bayonets presented! 
Our soldier boys were getting riled: 

They very much resented. 



LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 131 

For both of them had faced the foe 

On many a battlefield; . 
And now they bravely stood their ground 

And neither one would yield. 

They were filled with indignation 
And gave their feelings vent! 

When lo! behold! there come along — 
Our worthy President! 

The great immortal Lincoln brought 

Proceedings to a halt! 
And then he started out to find 

Just who was in the fault! 

And very soon the verdict came: 
(The boys were much elated) 

The President made up his mind — 
They were exonerated! 



132 LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 

It was a most impressive scene! 

The air was rent with cheers! 
And one they never would forget 

Through all the coming years! 

He told them every boy in blue 
Could come and write his name! 

For he was proud of all of them — 
The sick, the halt, the lame! 

No place could be too sacred for 

A Union soldier's name! 
And if his own were linked with theirs, 

He wished no greater fame! 

The boys in blue gave up their lives! 

'Twas all they had to give! 
On freedom's altar laid them down, 

That you and I might live! 



LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 133 

And every one beneath the flag, 

Whoever it may be, 
Of race or color, black or white, 

Forever shall be free! 

No artist, sage or poet, 

Whatever they may do. 
Can ever paint the valor of 

The gallant boys in blue! 

Then his voice grew low and tender. 

And a tear was on his cheek; 
Our heroes tried to thank him but 

Ihey were too glad to speak! 

He put his arms around the boys. 
And said: "You're not to blame!" 

"And if you like, then, side by side. 
We all will write our name!" 



134 LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 

And there the nation's idol stood: 
The great, the grand, the true! 

And wrote his name upon the wall, 
B Chide the boys in blue. 

Our history's page can ne'er record. 

Upon her scroll of fame. 
Another that will ever dim 

The noble Lincoln's name! 

While time shall last, Columbia's 8on«j 

Their pledges will renew; 
And Lincoln's name will live beside 

The gallant boys in blue! 



CRITICISM OF RELIGIOUS SECTS 

Religious sects are criticized 
Because they fence their good. 

Instead of advocating 
Universal brotherhood ! 

Now, every sect in Christendom, 

Is mainly in the right! 
Then why not stop contending 

That they have all the light! 

Could we believe the Protestants, 
When they have had their say. 

They are the only people: 

For they have the right-of-way. 



136 CRITICISM OF RELIGIOUS SECTS 

They still believe that Providence 

Has special favors sent; 
And doubters are inflicted with 

Some future punishment! 

The Catholics, they tell us, too. 
That they have all the Light: 

For they have had it handed down — 
They have the copyright! 

They still advise the hells and cross 
For every son and daughter! 

And still believe the saving grace 
And power of Holy Water. 

Regarding Hell, with them they show 

By every word and act, 
(There is no doubt about it) 

It is just a settled fact! 



CRITICISM OF RELIGIOUS SECTS 137 

And then the Mormons come along, 
And they, too, have it fine: 

They have a special wire, which 
Is not a party line! 

They tell us of the future state 

And all about creation. 
And build their corner stone upon 

The rock of Revelation. 

The world has yet to prove to them 

Their gospel is a myth. 
They all are staunch and loyal to 

The Prophet Joseph Smith. 

And there are many other sects, 

That must not be neglected. 
Who claim they are the only ones 

That will be resurrected! 



138 CRITICISM OF RELIGIOUS SECTS 

And last of all, there is a class 
The splendid thought advance ; 

That every one, in all the world, 
Will surely stand a chance! 

They do not claim the "right-of-way;' 

They have no "copyright;" 
Nor yet are they assuming 

That they have all the "Light." 

Their Temple is the boundless blue ! 

The stars light up the dome ! 
The rich and poor, the high and low, 

All find an equal home! 

They recognize in all the world. 

In every man, a brother! 
Their corner stone unselfish Love, 

The joy you give another! 



LINCOLN AND THE BOYS IN BLUE 139 

They have the only gospel 

That was handed down to man; 

It's treat your neighbor as yourself! 
Do all the good you can! 

When you do all the good you can, 

Can any one do more? 
Then trust the silent Ferryman 

To reach the farther Shore ! 



MAXIMS 

Who climbs ambition's rugged height 

If to the top he seeks, 
Will find the winds of envy rage 

Around the highest peaks. 



In men like mountains all untold 
Are many hidden veins of gold. 



The law of change is like the sea, 

It never is at rest, 
There are no birds in any tree 

Who live in last year's nest. 



A GREAT RACE 

The greatest race that had been run 
Since time began his rounds, 

Was down in old Kentucky, 

Near the course of Churchill Downs. 

A horse who entered in that race 

Was out to save a farm, 
The farmer's only daughter gave 

To him the name "Alarm." 

Miss Katie and "Alarm" were chums, 

They never were apart. 
And since his birth he'd always been 

The idol of her heart. 



142 A GREAT RACE 

Miss Katie was a favorite, 

A handsome bonny lass, 
And when it came to horsemanship 

But few were in her class. 

"Alarm" had never known defeat, 

A thoroughbred was he, 
And he could go the distance, for 

He had a pedigree. 

'Twas at the County Fair one day, 

In nineteen hundred one. 
And many thousands gathered there 

The day the race was run. 

A cool ten thousand dollars was 
The price the purse would pay 

To the horse that beat the field, was 
In the running all the way. 



A GREAT RACE 143 

And horsemen they had gathered there 

From far and near around. 
And everyone was trying hard 

To pull the money down. 

There were or acker- jacks from every- 
where 

And thoroughbreds galore, 
And everyone was betting on 

The ' horse they thought would score. 

The bookies, they were laying odds 
The field would beat "Alarm," 

But still he was the only chance 
To save the Mason farm. 

The jockeys with their colors up 

Had ridden on the track, 
When, with a plunge, "Alarm" had 
thrown 

The boy from off his back. 



144 A GREAT RACE 

'Twas not a fatal accident 
But just a broken arm; 

They had to get another boy 
To ride the great "Alarm. 



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At last Miss Kate herself appeared 
With colors blue and red. 

And vowed if they would let her ride 
She'd bring him in ahead. 

The girl was in the saddle now — 
"They're off," the people shout 

That blue and red was in the rear, 
There wasn't any doubt. 

And now they're at the quarter pole 

And going very fast. 
When every one could plainly see 

The great "Alarm" was last 



A GREAT RACE 145 

And just a little later they 

Had gone a half a mile, 
And blue and red was closing up 

The gap in royal style. 

Excitement now was fever heat, 

They'd gone another lap. 
Were near the great three-quarter pole, 

Yet still there was a gap. 

And now they all were in the stretch — 
Where was the great "Alarm?" 

The noble steed, he seemed to know 
He had to save the farm. 

He was going like a demon. 

And by the leader's side ; 
The girl that wore the blue and red. 

Ye gods, how she could ride! 

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146 THE RACE HORSE 

'Twas side by side and neck and neck. 
And none of them would yield, 

And now a mighty shout rang out; 
"'Alarm' agin the field!" 

The kings of all the turf were there. 
And thousands held their breath ; 

The girl that wore the blue and red. 
To her 'twas life or death. 

The track was thronged with people, all 

Who lived about the farm. 
Again a mighty shout rang out: 

"Come home, come home, 'Alarm.' " 

And grandly he was coming home. 

With colors blue and red, 
And midst the thunders of applause 

Came in a nose ahead. 



FAIRY LAND 

When Fancy sets her every sail, 
And eager youth is in command, 

We launch our boat upon the wave 
And sail away to Fairyland. 

A fragrant scent from far away 
Is wafted from some fairy shore — 

A crystal stream, a friendly wind. 
An unseen hand to row us o'er. 

A siren song that lulls to rest, 
A moonlit sail, an isle of green, 

A strain of music heard within 
Some palace of a Fairy Queen. 



148 FAIRY LAND 

The Fairyland is decked with dells, 
And wooded paths and flowers, 

And silvery lakes and fairy walks. 
Lead to enchanted bowers. 

And all is life and love and joy, 
And everything is pleasure; 

There is no work in Fairyland — 
It's just a land of leisure. 

With lofty castles all the way. 
And grand and stately towers — 

Where Fairy bands of music play 
To while away the hours. 

And in that wondrous Fairyland, 
The land of Cupid's birth, 

There Love and Cupid reign supreme. 
And care is drowned in mirth. 



FAIRY LAND 149 

And as we flit from place to place, 
With feet so light and airy, 

'Tis with regret we say "Good-bye" 
To each and every fairy. 

And Fancy in her gayer moods. 
When youth is in command, 

On golden wings will fly away. 
With Love, to Fairyland. 



HOGAN AND DOOLAN 

Patsy Hogan was a copper, 
And a son of Erin's Isle, 

He was on the Central detail. 
And was noted for his style. 

Patsy was a brawny fellow. 
Six foot in his stocking feet, 

He was something of a scrapper. 
And the best man on the beat. 

One evening when at luncheon, 

Mrs. Hogan says to Pat, 
"Your neighbor, Lary Doolan, 

Has been talking through his hat. 



HOGAN AND DOOLAN 151 

"Today as I was walking out, 

I met with Mr. Doolan, 
And when he spake, says I to him, 

'Go on, you're only foolin.' 

"Then Doolan says to me, says he. 

And gave me arm a twist, 
'There's twinty men I'm goin' to lick, 

And Hogan's on the list.' " 

Lary Doolan was a cobbler. 

And he ran a little store. 
When Hogan heard what Doolan said, 

It made him awful sore. 

Says Pat to Mrs. Hogan, 

"Doolan's nothing but a pup. 

As I go to work this evening, 
I'll go in and do him up." 



152 HOGAN AND DOOLAN 

So as Hogan was a goin' 

By Lary Doolan's place, 
Says Pat, "I'll just go in and break 

This Mr. Doolan's face." 

Then Hogan says to Doolan, 

"What's this that you've been at, 

A telling everybody you 

Would meet me on the mat? 

"And how about the twinty min 
That you're a goin' to bate. 

And all the neighbors talkin' 
About your little slate?" 

"You're on," said Mr. Doolan 
As he shook his mighty fist, 

"It's straight now, Mr. Hogan, 

You're the boie that heads the list." 



HOGAN AND DOOLAN 153 

Now Doolan had been trainin'. 

He looked the real thing, 
And Hogan he was down to weight, 

And ready for the ring. 

So Doolan swung for Hogan, 

But Hogan wasn't there. 
Then Hogan pasted Doolan, 

Doolan's feet were in the air. 

Then Doolan hollered, "Hogan, 

It's stop I tell ye whist. 
If youse will hold a minute, 

I will rub yese off me list." 

The neighbors put an end to it. 

Who happened to be near. 
By pryin' Mr. Hogan's tath. 

From Mr. Doolan's ear. 



MAXIMS 

An unkind word the sting the soul re- 
tains 

Is like the wound, though healed the scar 
remains. 

Kind words are sweeter far than all of 

song and art 
To touch the chords of that great harp, 

the human heart. 

By far the greatest worries of the race 
Are troubles that have never taken place. 



WORLD HISTORY 

The nations like man, have a season 
Of manhood, of youth, and decay. 

Yet while it is true, there's a reason. 
They never know when to make hay. 

When India was ruling in splendor, 
'Twas Brahma who ran it alone. 

But Brahma went out on a hender. 
So Egypt sat down on his throne. 

Then Greece at the bat had an inning, 
A club that was right up to date — 

There's nothing could stop her from win- 
ning. 
So Egypt went out at the plate. 



156 WORLD HISTORY 

Well, Greece for a time was a goin'. 
But wonders they never will cease. 

And while she was bragging and blowin', 
Why, Rome took a fall out of Greece. 

'Twas Nero who cornered the sugar. 

By sitting in vanity's lap — 
The people got after the bugger, 

Rome fell and went off of the map. 

Then Europe came on with her culture. 
Her learnig, her music and art, 

'Till William the Second, the Kaiser, 
Appeared and was playing his part. 

The right, it will never diminish, 

Integrity never will down. 
The Kaiser has come to his finish. 

By losing his throne and his crown. 



WORLD HISTORY 157 

The nations, like man, are deficient, 
'Tis useless to build for a day, 

A hint from the past is sufficient. 

There's nothing but justice will stay. 



THE ROAD TO EASY STREET 

The country's going money mad! 

And every one you meet, 
Will tell you he has found the road 

That leads to Easy Street. 

Some booster comes and holds you down, 
And bores you till you're vexed, 

And tips you on the quiet. 
He's a goin' to put you next! 

And first of all he has a mine, 
And gold that lies in chunks! 

The mine is worth a million, but 
They need a thousand plunks! 



ROAD TO EASY STREET 159 

And while you're feeling pretty gay, 
There comes along a lubber. 

And shows you how so many men 
Have struck it rich in rubber! 

But still you have a little left. 

With which to speculate, 
And so you take a flyer on 

A bunch of real estate ! 

And when you're nearly down and out. 

And weary of the strife. 
You run agin' the fellow with. 

The "twenty payment life!" 

He charms you in his winning way. 

And drives away your fears. 
Then binds you up in black and white, 

To pay for twenty years! 



160 ROAD TO EASY STREET 

And as your money fades away. 
Your hopes they to diminish, 

They've worked you to a fare-ye-well. 
And "flimmed" you to a finish! 

Now should these lines apply to you, 

Don't fly into a fury! 
They're showing people every day. 

Who hail from old Missouri! 



NOTHING NEW 

We see the same old sun by day, 
x\t night the same old moon. 

We go to see the same old play, 
We hear the same old tune. 

The lovers make the same old vow. 
They woo and win or lose, 

Yet what they vow or what they say, 
Is never any news. 

There's nothing new that can be said. 
That's not been said before. 

The most of those who try instead. 
At best they only bore. 

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162 NOTHING NEW 

Miss Kate has sat 'till late at night, 

With Mr. John McRay, 
At breakfast Kate's Ma-ma inquired, 

"What did he have to say?" 

"Ma-ma, when Dad was courting you. 
The same old gush was hurled. 

There's nothing said today that's new, 
It's just the same old world." 



STICKIN' ROUND 

"Now comes the winter of our discon- 
tent," 

When fogs appear and we are cramped 
for rent. 

Our coal and grocery bill is goin' some, 
They tell us that the worst is yet to come. 

We've nibbled every bait, along the line. 
From oil and rubber to a wild cat mine. 

Our bank acount has had an awful dent, 
And if we are not broke, we're badly bent. 



164 STICKIN' ROUND 

Our creditors, they've got us on the rack, 
They get us goin' and a comin' back. 

The daily mail we get, with duns is 

jammed, 
Was ever mortal man on earth so 

damned? 

We're stickin' round, although a little 

vexed, 
To see just what in H'l will happen next. 



THE STENOGRAPHER 

Hello Old Sport! Is you de guy 
Wot put it in de paper, 

Youse looking for a good stenog? 
Well, I'm de proper caper! 

I'm educated up in G! 

Me name is Liz McLourie! 
Jest t'row your optics on to me ! 

I'm chmpion of de bowery! 

I've got de speed in both me mits: 
Yose needn't t'ink I'm green! 

And when I git me ragtime gait, 
I'll bust your old machine I 



166 THE STENOGRAPHER 

And do youse mind, F tellin' ye, 
Yer know I've got me "steady!" 

No goo-goo eyes at me. Old Sport, 
Remember I'm a leidy! 

And don't you'se get too gay wit' me, 
Because youse got de swag! 

And in de mornin', when I'm late, 
Youse needn't chew de rag! 

I'm such a timid little t'ing! 

I'm never known to boast : 
Me "steady" wouldn't stand for it. 

For me to get a roast! 

An' listen, cully, and you'll have 

Me lastest observation: 
For, if I get de job, I'll stick — 

Just like a poor relation! 



THE STENOGRAPHER 167 

And how about me salary? 

De dough's de stuff dat knocks! 
Dere's nothin' doin' wid de gang, 

Unless yerVe got de rocks! 

What's dat? you'se goin' to pass me up! 

Well, by de huUy gee! 
So long. Old Sport, yer out of date! 

And you'se too cheap fer me. 



MAXIMS 

Life has its changes 

Tinged with doubt and fear, 
With sun and shadow 

Touched with smile and tear. 



The night was made for love and song. 

Ambition rules the day. 
With father time we jog along. 

So let it come what may. 

The sable sisters of the night 

Steal silently away. 
To meet on misty mountain tops 

The rosy nymphs of day. 



BYGONE DAYS 

Are all those golden moments o'er 
With joy and pleasure teeming? 

Dear one, are we to meet no more. 
Or am I only dreaming? 

Those happy days can I forget, 
A vision seems to haunt me yet. 

Dark eyes that well adorned a face 
So filled with modesty and grace. 

In manner chaste and so refined, 
A pearl, methought of womankind. 



170 BYGONE DAYS 

I will not chide nor censure thee 
Though I may be rejected. 

The blame it lies alone with me. 
For you have been neglected. 

My dear Marie, I will agree, 
To leave a word unspoken, 

I know 'tis wrong to wait so long. 
To send some tender token. 

If you'll forgive then while I live, 

I'll always be your lover. 
But here's my wife, it's worth my life! 

I'll have to take to cover. 



THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 

The good old-fashioned circus — it 

Is something of the past! 
But still it lives in memory yet 

And will, while times shall last! 

We love to turn the pages back 

And think of long ago: 
When youth and age alike enjoyed 

The good old-fashioned show. 

For weeks ahead the bills were up. 
For miles and miles aroun'. 

And there was something doin', 
When the circus came to town! 



172 THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 

The streets were thronged with people 

bound 
To see the great parade: 
On every corner could be seen 
The rustic and the maid. 

For everybody's cousin and 

His uncle and his aunt 
Had come to town in family groups, 

To see the elephant! 

The smell of roasted peanuts, 

At ninety in the shade ; 
The trumpet's blare and everywhere 

The circus lemonade ! 

A few were loaded to the guard 
With good old-fashioned booze ! 

And there were many sure-thing men, 
Who said we couldn't lose! 



THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 173 

Instead of the calliope, 

They had the fife and drum! 

It wasn't classic music — 
But they wuz a goin' some! 

When they came marching down the 
street, 

The finest in the land, 
All dressed up in their uniforms — 

They played to heat the band! 

There was fine old martial music, 
The tunes were good and true! 

'^The Girl I Left Behind Me" and 
The old "Red, White and Blue!" 

The wonders of the world were there! 

(For they had searched creation 
To form this most stupendous 

And colossal aggregation.) 



174 THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 

The daring bare-back rider and 

The thrilhng high trapeze! 
The clown was there with all his tricks 

And evryone to please! 

The great ring master ! he was there 
Who marched about the ring! 

I'her wuzn't nothing to it — 
He was just the real thing! 

And in those good old palmy days 
There was no cushion seat — 

A common board, was good enough, 
And mighty hard to beat! 

We boys, that sat up near the top. 

Our eyes would open wide. 
When we looked out and saw the world 

Still going on outside. 



THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 175 

And then there wuz the side show, too! 

And no one there could doubt it: 
A man stood on a dry goods box, 

And told us all about it! 

They had the bearded lady and 

The Indian Rubber man ! 
And then the famous Missing Link, 

Or name it if you can! 

The long and short; the thick and thin; 

All standing in a row! 
And the wild man who was captured 

Way down in Borneo! 

And last of all but not the least. 

Within that hippodrome, 
Wuz every kind of animal — 

From Africa to Nome. 



176 THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 

The monster hippopotamus! 

The lion in his lair! 
The camel and the elephant 

And then the polar bear! 

And there wuz birds of paradise! 

And snakes as long as rails! 
And there wuz heaps of monkeys, too, 

A hanging by their tails! 

And there wuz many other things 

To wonder and appall. 
You know there wuz so many 

That we couldn't see 'em all! 

Our little world wuz limited! 

But never, since our birth, 
Had anything come up to it — 

The Greatest Show on Earth ! 



THE OLD-FASHIONED CIRCUS 177 

To you who see the three rings now 

'Twould seem a little slow, 
But we all got our money's worth 

At that old-fashioned show! 



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MAXIMS 

The faith we have in friendship 

Is by far the noblest part, 
The friends we know of long ago 

Are nearest to the heart. 

Man in the present never is at rest, 
The dim and distant future seemeth best. 



In battling with the mighty hosts of 

wrong. 
The march of human progress drags 

along. 



GETTING OLD. 

1 never knew that I was old, 
Until today when I was told. 
I left my office for the street, 
Intent on something good to eat. 

A chauffeur by the name of Brown, 
Within an ace had run me down. 
I told that chauffeur he was blind, 
And started out to ease my mind. 

Says I, "Young man, I'm fifty-two. 
But I can wipe the ground with you!" 
Just then some kid, I heard him yell, 
"Go to it. Dad, and give him H !" 



FAIRY TALES 

"My dear mamma," said little Fred, 
When snugly tucked up in his bed, 

"Are fairy tales all told in rhyme 
And do they start 'Once on a time?' '* 



Oh no, my son," said Mrs. Gray, 
Your papa's do not start that way. 



"His fairy tales are up to date: 
He's 'at the office' when he's late, — 

"He never yet was known to fail 
To start that way his fairy tale." 



HOUSE OF LORDS 

'Twas in the House of Lords one day, 
A member had some things to say 
That very much offended; 
The speaker had at once explained, 
The House was very sorely pained 
And said, "My lord, you realize. 
You should at once apologize." 
The member knelt upon the floor. 
And said, "Your pardon I implore." 
He then arose with graceful ease. 
And brushed the dust from off his knees, 
And told them with a stately bow, 
"The House is dirty anyhow." 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION 

The hope of all the centuries, 
The fondest dream of man 

Has been an economic, broad, 
Co-operative plan. 

Long ago, 'twas Aristotle, 
Who had a vision when 

The King of toil was coming, for 
The betterment of men. 

When the shuttles of the weaver 
Were set to work by steam, 

Man had produced the masterpiece 
Of Aristotle's dream. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION 183 

The great machine, with breath of fire, 

Is destined yet to be 
Man's liberator here on earth, 

The God to set him free. 

When man controls that king of toil. 
His work will be a pleasure — 

That blessed boon will give to man 
His liberty and leisure. 

This has been called an Age of Ease, 

An epoch grand and free. 
Instead it is an age of Strife, 

Of shame and misery. 

One truth there is, that man must know. 

Before he can be free, 
That wisdom is the power to give 

Him life and liberty. 



184 MAN'S EMANCIPATION 

Bread is the golden key to life, 

A part of nature's plan; 
Who owns the tools to make the bread, 

'Tis he controls the man. 

The problem of the univei'se. 

When taken as a whole 
Give equal access to the bread 

You then will free the soul. 

Throughout the ages man has been. 
By myth and ghost pursued, 

Downtrodden, tortured and debased. 
Dishonored and subdued. 

When science with her thoughtful face 
Looked on through prison bars. 

While superstition's banner waved 
In many countless wars. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION 185 

A few have ruled by fear and force, 

When reason was a crime — 
A few have over-awed mankind 

With impudence sublime. 

A few have held an option 

On that land beyond the skies; 

They claimed the right-of-way upon 
The road to Paradise. 

The old traditions handed down, 

In every age and place 
Are but historic fables, 

In the twilight of the race. 

No creed has dedicated yet 

A Temple to the free. 
No throne has built a column 

For the cause of liberty. 



186 MAN'S EMANCIPATION 

Man has been a beast of burden 
With a load upon his back, 

The Priest and Politician 

He has had them both to pack. 

A master class has governed man, 

A few collect a toll 
By stepping on a brother's rights. 

That they may reach the goal. 

That system cannot long endure. 

By any law or plan 
When founded on disunion. 

By dividing man from man. 

There'll be a multitude of sins. 
And crime will reign supreme — 

Disorder and disease the rule. 
And virtue but a dream. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION 187 

Delirium will be at large, 

Mankind be under ban, 
We search the universe to find 

One full developed man. 

For centuries of servitude 

Man has been hypnotized. 
The awful insult to the soul 

Has not been realized. 

The flesh of martyrs cut and brused 

By chains in prison cell. 
Heroic spirits who have past 

Through flames of living Hell. 

The slaves and chattels in the past 
Who have been bought and sold, 

^Tiere curse and whip and human blood 
Were substitutes for gold. 



188 MAN'S EMANCIPATION 

The countless sons of toil who have 

Been crucified and slain. 
While struggling through the ages 

Up the Calvary of pain. 

When greed alone shall rule the world, 
There'll come, beyond a doubt, 

A time when genius, art and song. 
Will all be blotted out. 

The social fabric would present 

A fast decaying world, 
'Twould fall a mass of ruins. 

Then be into a chaos hurled. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

Through the mists of myth and fable, 
Through the blackness of the night, 

Over self and pomp and power. 
Dawns the coming age of light. 

A few heroic spirits yet. 

With hope of no reward, 
Are standing on the battle front. 

Where souls are made or marred. 

Like legionary knights of old, 

Determined to be free. 
Who led the conquering columns 

For the cause of liberty. 



190 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

Every land where man has suffered 
For the right was crucified, 

Always some immortal genius, 
Hand in hand, has walked beside. 

They who have suffered most for man, 
Who did the greatest good. 

How often in their day and age. 
Were little understood! 

Time will reward heroic souls. 
The brave, the true of heart. 

While justice holds in scorn that one 
Who acts the coward's part. 

The race is only primitive. 

The many do not see, 
A few are fanning to a blaze, 

That spark of liberty. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 191 

Man yet will come into his own, 

Attain his high estate, 
Who does the greatest good for all, 

That one is truly great. 

Who would be just, will only claim 

The right he gives another, 
He stands erect who stoops to raise 

A weaker, fallen brother. 

The slave will break his bonds at last, 

Will waken from his dream, 
The prison doors will open wide, 

Man's will shall be supreme. 

Out in the boundless realm of thought. 

The mind of man is king. 
Unfettered eagle of the peaks, 

With endless, tireless wing. 



192 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

Behold the evils pass away, 

That man has given birth — 
Historic destiny is heard, 

Its thunder shakes the earth. 

That monster greed who roams the world 

So eagerly for pelf. 
In mad endeavor to consume, 

Will be consumed himself. 

A star is rising in the east, 

A Budda can be seen — 
Mahomet in Arabia, 

A Paul in Palestine. 

The torch of freedom in his hand, 

Illuminates the way — 
He comes, this herald of the dawn. 

Fore-runner of the day. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 193 

Down the ages, comes this martyr, 
Every burden he would bear, 

'Till the spark that had been kindled, 
Burst into the proletaire. 

He has broken down his shackles. 
Proud his banner is unfurled, 

Herald of the glad awakening, 
And the hope of all the world. 

On to victory, he is marching. 

Going at a mighty pace — 
The despised of every nation. 

Is the Savior of the race. 

Like a Giant that was sleeping. 

Like a lion in his lair. 
You can hear the distant thunder 

Of the coming proletaire. 

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194 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

This Hercules, this Giant, 

Who was chained within a den, 

Has cast his shackles down to speak, 
Unspoken thoughts of men. 

He comes to lift aside the veil, 

So all the world may see — 
Then from the pits of servitude, 

The masses will be free. 

He comes, this fearless friend of man, 
Let strife and envy cease — 

With evolution, hand in hand, 
A messenger of peace. 

Not with the iron heel of war, 
With shriek of shot and shell — 

But in one mighty brotherhood, 
The unborn future tell. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 195 

This outcast, most maligned of men, 

At last will take his place 
The peer of all the centuries, 

The noblest of the race. 

No power can put this Giant down, 

Or keep him under ban, 
A nobler age is dawning now. 

And then a nobler man. 

The black flag of the feudal Lords, 

No more shall be unfurled. 
Nor cast its shadow once again 

Upon a stricken world. 

The cultured parasites who live. 

And prey upon mankind 
Will find a new diversion then, 

To occupy the mind. 



196 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

There'll be no multi-millionaire, 

No King in saintly dress; 
No power to hold and subsidize 

A great united press. 

There'll be no Lackeys then on board, 

No royal ship of state. 
No Lords of earth in uniform. 

With badge to decorate. 

There'll be no watered stock for sale, 
No merchants selling air — 

Free men will labor, side by side. 
And each his burden bear. 

No tenement shall curse the land 
Where children of the poor 

Have never seen a leaf or bud. 
Or tree around the door. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 197 

Child labor, too, shall disappear. 
That shame, that foul disgrace, 

That darkest stain of any age. 
Of any time or place. 

The children of the factory, 

'Tis then they will be seen 
Where golden-rod and daisies grow. 

In fields of wooded green. 

Their cheeks will bloom with roses then, 

And like the lily fair. 
They'll bathe in nature's own sunshine — 

Will breathe her sweet, free air. 

Those frail and helpless little ones. 

Will find a resting place 
In happy homes where bud and bloom 

The virtues of the race. 



198 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

Pale woman will not be enslaved, 

Or bend beneath the rod — 
Will be redeemed, the peer of man, 

The noblest work of God. 

That friendless one who is compelled 

To lead a life of shame. 
Will be a wife, and mother, too, 

And own an honored name. 

The toiling masses free from care. 

The joys of life complete — 
While they who clothe the world may 
share. 

Who feed the world may eat. 

Then man will treat his fellow man 
As man should treat his neighbor — 

Throughout the land in halls of state. 
Will sit the sons of labor. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 199 

Down-trodden man will stand erect 
With freedom's flag unfurled, — 

The crucial test for all will be 
Some service to the world. 

The strong will freely aid the weak 
From out of nature's store — 

And justice with a loving hand, 
Will lead the mental poor. 

The thrones and creeds will pass away. 
They will have done their part — 

The future creeds, the priests and kings. 
Will be the brain and heart. 

The coming church will recognize 

In every man a brother. 
Its cornerstone, unselfish love. 

The joy you give another. 



200 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

Then bread, that problem of the age, 

That part of nature's plan. 
The great machine, with breath of fire, 

Will make the bread for man. 

Man will control that king of toil, 
His work will be a pleasure — 

That blessed boon will give to man 
His liberty and leisure. 

Production, too, will be controlled 

By predetermined plan. 
With all for each, and each for all 

The betterment of man. 

Then man will found a faith divine. 
With love the greater part — 

Not from the center of the skies, 
But from the human heart. 



MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 201 

Humanity will be humane 

And all its rights possess. 
Each one contribute to the sum 

Of human happiness. 

Man will be sovereign, grand and free. 

Exalted and divine. 
Eternal master of himself, 

A King of royal line. 

Free from myth and superstition. 

Which have bound him down to 
earth — 

Free from all the fancied evils 

That have followed him from birth. 

Free, no more to be a servant. 
Nor to bend beneath the rod — 

Standing 'neath the flag of nature, 
Man's the counterpart of God! 



202 MAN'S EMANCIPATION— A VISION 

Then right will be the only might, 
The world will yet be free — 

One flag will fly in every port, 
The flag of liberty. 



MAXIMS 

Since time upon his course began 
'Twill stand the crucial test, 

They who have done the most for man 
Have served their country best. 



The wrongs of man that maketh angels 

weep 
Where justice though not dead is oft 

asleep. 



Whose cause is just is doubly armed 
And strengthened for the fight — 

'Tis but a self-inflicted wound 
Who dares to strike the right. 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 

The court is open all the time, 
With facts in its possession, 

'Tis much unlike all other courts; 
It's never out of session. 

Time honored customs are compelled 

To come before this bar, 
And yet no facts have been assailed— 

For truth it cannot mar. 

This court cannot be overawed; 

And all are made to feel 
The power and righteous judgment of 

This court of last appeal! 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 205 

The modern Daily Press is first 

To come before this bar ; 
Its pages filled with vice and crime. 

Its voice is still for war. 

Regarding what we eat and drink, 

The press is not so blind, 
But half within its pages is 

So deadly to the mind! 

The public have an interest 
In the all-important question: 

How much of crime is brought about 
By reading and suggestion? 

To punish crime, the press has tried, 

With very good intention. 
It should begin to realize 

There's something in prevention! 



206 BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 

When higher thought and purer is 
Demanded by the nation — 

'Tis then the public press will rise 
To greater elevation! 

The Politician is the next 

To surely meet disaster. 
The people tire of hiring him 

To be their lord and master ! 

They, too, who run the ship of state, 

Are not above suspicion! 
For most of them are governed by 

A personal ambition! 

There's many a one who represents 
Some leading corporation; 

But few, in either House, deserve 
The public commendation! 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 207 

The Politician's being weighed, 

Along with all the rest, 
On present information. 

He will never stand the test. 

Then, too, the Money King appears. 

Who's treated most unfair. 
Benighted and unfortunate, 

Down-trodden millionaire ! 

The patient toilers of the land. 

The money power neglect. 
The people have few rights indeed, 

The money power respect! 

We often lock and bar our doors, 

For safety in the night; 
But overlook the greater thieves. 

Who rob in broad daylight! 



208 BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 

At times the people in reform 

Are just a little slow, 
These "Cultured Gentlemen," will soon 

Be with the passing show. 

Mankind has yet to take to heart 

That maxim good and true: 
Do unto others as you would 

That they would do to you! 

Then Union Labor is in line 

That mighty federation 
With hands across the sea, they now 

Embrace the whole creation. 

No use to strike and boycott and 

Keep up an awful din ; 
Unite and use the ballot! Then 

You cannot fail to win. 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 209 

Then there's the Man who tills the soil, 

Who's honest as the day ! 
He only uses water when 

He irrigates his hay! 

He packs his eggs in summertime; 

But later in the fall. 
He sells them to the city chap, 

Who thinks he knows it all! 

The Farmer's coming right along 

And learns by observation ; 
The many ways in which to serve 

His day and generation. 

Now take the School of Medicine: 

The talented M.D., 
In many kinds of ailments. 

Is most woefully at sea ! 

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210 BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 

It is admitted some of them 
May know a thing or two ; 

But all of them are licensed so! 
No matter what they do. 

In this, our most enlightened age. 
Aside from making pills. 

They torture animals, to find 
A cure for human ills. 

The world would be the better far. 

So thousands now agree. 
If all the drugs upon the earth 

Were thrown into the sea! 

Behold the Doctor of the Law, 
That splendid legal scholar! 

Who never lets a chance go by 
To turn an honest dollar! 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 211 

Ihe most of them are demagogues; 

Nor are they men of letters. 
How often are they called upon 

To prosecute their betters! 

Before you hire a Legal Light, 

In city or in town, 
If there is anything that's loose. 

You'd better nail it down! 

For every time you go to court. 
There's not the slightest doubt. 

You pay when you are going in 
And when you're coming out! 

The learned Professors now appear. 
Who have a mighty yearning. 

To pile the mental store-house with 
A mass of useless learning! 



212 BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 

The most they teach is technical: 

They know no other way! 
You must become an expert, or 

Your time is thrown away! 

There seems to be but httle doubt. 

They need another plan; 
A new department to instruct 

The higher type of man. 

Then Monarchy is ushered in, 

With rule of iron hand ! 
for Royalty has always been 

The curse of every land! 

Your Lords and Dukes and Princes, all, 

Are merely titled things! 
And all of them together, too. 

Are but the breath of kings ! 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 213 

These leeches on the public purse 

Have surely had their day ! 
The throne, that was so mighty once, 

Is falling to decay! 

And when the throne shall turn to dust 

And mingle with the soil, 
There'll still be Lords and Princes left; 

The hardy sons of toil! 

At last the Clergy of the land 

Are called to testify. 
They fear to give their honest thought 

Or tell the reason why! 

A few of them have dared to think 
And though 'tis counted treason, 

'Tis what the world is coming to; 
Their only light is reason! 



214 BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 

Assumption by the Ministry 

Is re-examined now, 
Though pubhc sentiment demands. 

Yet they are loath to bow! 

In each and every age the Church 

Has been the only place 
^liere man could be in touch with God, 

Or meet Him face to face ! 

We meet Him on the desert wild! 

Or in the garden fair! 
We meet Him in the silent wood ! 

For God is everywhere! 

Within the sanctum of the soul! 

Or by the open sea — 
The Church is not the only place 

To seek Divinity ! 



BAR OF PUBLIC OPINION 215 

The Creeds are slowly losing ground, 

That man has given birth, 
They all in time will pass away 

And perish from the earth : 

But every noble deed and word; 

And every truth sublime, 
Will be forever handed down 

To every age and clime: 

And in the final summing up. 
The world will know the facts! 

As each and every one is judged 
According to his acts! 



